In a silent cry for help,
I declare war on life;
And I run.
I hide from eyes that can read my distress
Though I long for someone to see.
I smile, I nod my head and say “I’m fine!”
While the knife twists further into me.
I run from my reality.
I drown all ration with noise till I can’t hear me anymore.
I must embrace the truth, but I run.
I must admit I was a fool, but I run.
I must realize the simplicity of it all,
Yet all I can do is run.
Tomorrow, it’ll hurt a little less,
But, for now, I run…